Myungsoo walked me back to our dorm. We surely had a great time. 

He asked me to tell him stories. I wasn't sure where should I start. I said that I might blurt everything to him, but not today.

He was okay with that. I flashed back the short happy memories that I had with him awhile ago.

"So, you were not from Korea? I thought you were. You look like one." He kicked a pebble as he talked to me.

I nodded. "Yup, I got a scholarship. I worked very hard, you know." I chuckled a bit when I reminisced the past.

I sacrificed my fangirl time for it, and it was all worth it.

I didn't to spazz over my idols on the screen. They were here, with me. I bet, all girls were jealous and wanted to switch position with me.

"Oh, did you study day and night?" He kept the conversation ongoing.

"Yeah~ I even stopped fangirling......" Ouch, I confessed to him about this??

"Ah, I know that you were a big fans of Infinite." He smugly said. 

I playfully hit his shoulder. 

"I WAS." 

"You are no longer, now? I mean, you even meet us in real life, everyday?" He teased me.

"No, don't be so confident, Mr. Kim Myungsoo."

"Are you sureeeee?" Myungsoo wiggled his eyebrows. I would like to pinch those cheeks. 

I laughed. "Your face is so ugly, sir!"

He came near me and ruffled my hair.

"Aiyoooo, Hana. You are so cute." 

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